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Jun 2021
The moth in flight, confused
Frantic chasing moonlight.

Rolling grey opaque skies
Devouring perfect blue.

Sulphur dragged friction
Fed fingertips if left to burn

Incredible and misunderstood

A mix of emotions stirred
watercolor water you and I

Simplistically too desperate to get it.

We are... Progress working at times.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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